Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Rolling Raindrop

Raindrop, trickle down my window,
gather all your little friends,
do not stop or slow.

Raindrop, dangle and drip from the cill,
remain so transparently pure,
but let your clinging spill.

Raindrop, melt into the ground,
let the sun turn you into steam,
one day you will be found.

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